As promised, here is the next chapter! Enjoy and sorry for the wait!
I stared at my very angry younger sister who was glaring at me menacingly from across the field. She marched straight towards me and screamed, "And just what are you doing mister?! Your in no condition to get back on the field. I know that I kept on telling you that going back to being a player is what's best for you, but becoming a player right after you fell into the ocean is not the smartest idea you've had."
"Um, yeah I know, I mean- uh," I stuttered and turned to Suguru, "can you talk some sense into her?"
He looked down at Mito but she held a figure right in front of his face and said, "Oh no you don't mister. I mad at you for going along with this foolishness. Don't think you can talk your way out of this."
He glared at her and said, "Now which one of us is older?"
"And which one of us is more logical right now?" she countered.
"Kakeru is fulfilling his dream, you should be happy for him Mito," Suguru said.
"And might die. I was there with you when you guys were in the hospital. His lungs are weak, which means that if he exerts himself too much, he won't be able to breath and die," Mito said worriedly. The new coach knelt down next to her and said, "Your brother is a very important player. He's going to be our trump card in a game, which means he'll only play for short periods of time."
"Fine, do as you please. But the first time you collapse, I'm pulling you out," Mito said, sticking her finger right under my noes.
"So you won't tell mom?" I asked hopefully. She shook her head, sighed and looked at the sky.
"I must be really nice, or infected my my older brothers' stupidity. But we're going to have a problem. I can keep mom and dad out of the stands, but what's stopping them from watching games on the TV. They'll see it eventually when it's time for the championships," Mito said.
"Mito your in the student council at school, right?" Suguru asked. Mito nodded confused.
"Then I have a crazy plan that may just work," he said.
"Shoot, it can't be that crazy," Mito snorted.
"Plan all your school activities at the time of the matches and tell mom and dad that if they don't help out, then you'll purposely fail school," Suguru said.
"Suguru, it's not that simple, there are rules and voting and, and" Mito exclaimed, then frowned, "and I'm the president, aren't I."
"Yes you are," Suguru said, "and I'm counting on that."
"I'll try it, but seriously our chances of pulling this off is one in a million," she said and turned towards me, "I know that your training camp starts next week, don't do anything too strenuous. Suguru, make sure Kakeru takes his meds."
We nodded and she smiled, "Okay, I'll see you at home then."
As soon as she was out of sight, I sank to my knees, "I was so sure she was going to tear us to pieces."
"I'm surprised she didn't," Suguru said. Seven giggled and we glared at her, but ended up laughing right along with her. It would be interesting to see how things turned out.
After a quick, late night practice with Seven and Suguru, I went back home and took a shower. I dried my hair and laid on my bed thinking to myself. What if it really was a bad idea, to joining the soccer again. I shook my head furiously, trying to clear the negative thoughts.
"Your head looks like it's about to fall off," a stern voice said and I turned towards the door where Suguru was standing with one eyebrow raised.
"What are you doing here?" I asked curiously.
"Making sure you don't have another attack. Did you take your meds?" He asked as he set up a small futon next to my bed. I nodded and, very quietly, asked, "Do you think I'll have attacks often?"
He paused, and a thoughtful look crossed his face, then shook his head, "I think that you just have to give your lungs some time to heal."
I nodded and was suddenly pushed down into my pillow and let out an indignant, "Hey!"
"Sleep, you'll heal faster," Suguru said as he turned out the lights. I stuck out my tongue. I could barely see it, but he rolled his eyes as he settled down and said, "Don't step on me tomorrow when you wake up."
"Fine," I said grumpily and rolled over, hiding a small smile.
-THE NEXT DAY-
I woke up and went to the bathroom. I broke into a fit of coughing and felt warm liquid seep through my hand. I looked down at it fearfully and cried out in fright. It was blood. I had just coughed up blood. I knelt down against the cold, tile wall.
"I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay," I murmured to myself over and over again as I began to cough again. The door to the bathroom flew open and Suguru came in. He took one look at me, and paled.
"MOM, DAD! WAKE UP! IT'S AN EMERGENCY!" He bellowed as he lifted me up as gently as he could into his arms. My mom and dad came rushing in and yelled for Suguru to take me to the car. He handed me a towel and carried me to my dad's minivan. He laid me in the back seat with my head on his lap.
"S-Suguru, what's going on?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't know, but we're going to figure it out," he said gently, but his voice strained as my parents hurried into the car and sped to the hospital. I was put on a stretcher and wheeled into the emergency room while a doctor talked to me.
"It's going to be okay son, we'll find the problem and fix it in a jiffy," he said and I nodded weakly. After an hour of tests and new medication the doctor gave his report.
"His lungs weren't the only thing damaged by the salt water. His heart is also very weak and unpredictable at the moment. You should have him sleep for at least ten hours a day and have him stay away from any strenuous activity," the doctor said.
"W-will he be okay?" mom asked.
"To tell you the honest truth, we're unsure at the moment. But given his current state, I would say yes," the doctor said, "I would like to check him in a couple of weeks. Please give him the new medication prescribed morning and night."
My parents nodded and when we were alone, I asked the dreaded question, "Does this mean that I can't go to the training camp next week?"
"I-I'm not sure sweetie, I know you were looking forward to it, but you just coughed up blood," my mom said, "what if something happens while your there?"
"Then I'll take care of him," Suguru said, stepping forward, "Our training camp is right near the hospital so if anything happens, it's just a couple of seconds by car. It'll be fine."
My mom and dad looked at each other and said, "You two go wait in the lobby while we discuss."
We nodded and I realized that both of us were still in our pajamas. Suguru scratched the back of his head and said, "I thought you got rid of your teddy bear PJs."
I sputtered incoherently and chased him all the way to the lobby. We sat down on a large sofa to catch our breaths.
"Kakeru!" a voice shouted and I looked up. Seven ran and hugged me, then pulled away to look me over.
"Are you okay? I heard that you were coughing up blood! What did the doctor say? Hows your condition?" she said at hyper speed.
"Umm. I'm okay, I did cough up blood, the doctor said I needed to get 10 hours of sleep a day, and I should be fine if I take it easy."
"Thank goodness. But know this: If I catch you over working yourself at training camp, you will find out that I have quite a temper," Seven warned. I nodded then frowned.
"I don't even know if I'm going yet. My dad and mom are discussing it in the hallway," I said glumly. Seven frowned as well and said, "Well, if your just going as a 'manager' it should be fine with them, right?"
I shrugged my shoulders and sighed. Suddenly alarms went off and we all jumped to our feet. Men in black masks came rushing in, all with fire arms and one shouted, "Everyone down on the ground!"
What was going on?!